Driving through the blackberry winter snow, I nearly hit some debris on the bridge outside my apartment building. I stopped to move it off to the side of the road and examined it -- three carseats for small children, an overturned shopping cart, and a wrecked piece of particleboard furniture. It left it on the sidewalk, a mystery for other, wiser people to solve.

I am now officially a master of fine arts. I'm still a little stunned, so I'm not sure I have much else to say, except that I've got two stories coming out in the new year and, uh, no job prospects. :-)

THE 31 THINGS I WILL DO WHEN I FINISH MY MFA
(being updated, one a day, from 10/25/10.)

1. I will read Gabriel Garcia-Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera.
2. I will get a haircut.
3. I will visit Decatur, Illinois, and consider punching Garret Sayles in the yarbles.
4. I will write a book proposal and submit it to Llewellyn... Read More

Well, been a while since I updated. Uhm. I'll see if I can correct that in the future. For the moment, I'm in my last semester of graduate school, teaching a lot, and sleeping. (Note that none of those including the magic phrase, "finishing my novella." I should get on that.)

It's not that hard to see the pattern
When I do it every single year
Latch onto a woman standing at the fire
And then give into my fear
I write some sappy fucking letter
And slip it into her bag
I hunt the same prey so often
They ought to fit me with a tag